Darkaesthetic Stories

it's about a person that is too tired of everything

❝𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗘𝗖𝗛𝗢 𝗜𝗡𝗦𝗜𝗗𝗘 𝗠𝗬 𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗗 𝗜𝗦 𝗧𝗘𝗟𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗠𝗘 𝗧𝗢 𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗬 𝗢𝗡.❞ ━━━━ 𝗦𝗛𝗘 was once a shadow among the Raiders - a ghost with blood on her hands and silence for a voice. (Y/N) Izumi was trained to kill, to obey, to never question the orders whispered through her communicator. She was the girl who followed the cold precision of Zodyl Typhon, who endured Jabber's madness, who learned to disappear beside Cthoni's stillness, and who once found fleeting warmth in Momoa's quiet hums of forgotten music. But when a single act of mercy tore her away from the Raiders, the world branded her a traitor. Lost, hunted, and half-alive, she crossed paths with Rudo - a boy who should've seen her as nothing more than another Raider to destroy. Instead, he saw something no one else ever had: a chance for her to start over. Now among the Cleaners, (Y/N) fights to reclaim her soul in a world built on ruin. She struggles with the voice of her mother's phantom - Demon Snow - and the memories of every life she took. Yet, even as she learns to stand beside Rudo and his friends, the shadows of her past move closer, whispering her name again. Because the Raiders don't forget. And the girl who tried to become human again may soon have to face the monsters who made her one. In a world of rust, violence, and broken light - love, forgiveness, and survival all come at the same price: blood.

🕯️ Wattpad Summary - Blood Memory Erica Fall was never supposed to remember. A vampire with a talent for compulsion and a life carefully built on silence - until a boy from her past appears, claiming she made him what he is. Cole Raines shouldn't exist. He died in the fire that changed everything. But when he returns, alive and impossible, the memories Erica buried begin to burn their way back to the surface. Now the world around her is unraveling. Shadows whisper her name. Blood remembers what the mind has forgotten. And if she runs too far... she'll wake them. A story of danger, desire, and the monsters that live inside memory. Dark. Romantic. Unforgettable.

In a world where art is power and secrets burn brighter than flame, Hestia paints the one truth she can't say out loud. Every stroke she makes calls to something ancient- To The Overseer, the magnetic heir whose shadows watch her every move, to Seren, the quiet force trying to understand the fire beneath her silence and to the memory buried deep inside her that threatens to rise again. People whisper that her paintings feel alive. They should be afraid. Because Hestia isn't just creating art. She's awakening something- And it wants her back.

Halloween is truly a festive time of year. Spooky stories, haunted houses and vampires that you can't help but thirst over because you're weird like that. That's why Hale Woodsen's inviting you to the Traitre Museum. You know, that weirdly atmospheric place near 86th, the one with the dome ceiling? Yeah. There'll be music. Shadows. Smoke machines. Candlelight that definitely isn't safe. Maybe even a Ouija board or two. Costumes are absolutely mandatory - don't come dressed like a civilian unless you want to be sacrificed mid-party for the aesthetic. For everyone has suffered a tragedy recently, the disappearance of Luca Almirez. For those who don't know (you're living under a rock), the basketballer disappeared a month or two ago, after the biggest game of his life. Nothing's been found about him, and to be honest? We're not sure if there ever will be. He was a best friend, a gifted sportsman, and overall a beloved member of society. Perhaps this is Hale's way of battling the grief. Since, you know, he was Luca's best friend. He's trying just as hard as everyone else to get to the bottom of this. His list of suspects is never ending, from Cady Lovaine to Ruel Cruz, to even Reverie Vale and Leslie Wilde. But they have hunches too, and so the story continues, dangerous and twisted. But that's not everything. If you want to get all the details, let's leave the Halloween party. Let's go to the 2nd of August, where everything began.

They say blood remembers. But mine only remembers fire-screams, smoke, and the hand that tore me away when I was just three. Trained to kill, raised to survive, that was my past? It claws its way back, and with it, a name I thought I'd lost forever-Ryker. Now I'm Aria Yang. Daughter of Korea's wealthiest man. The siblings I never knew are reuniting, piece by broken piece. But someone's watching from the shadows. Playing both sides. Someone not close... but dangerously invested. Who are they? Why now? And what happens when the forgotten child finally comes home?

At Valemire Academy, power hides behind polished halls and ancient bloodlines. None command more fear or fascination than Professor Choi San. Cold-eyed and centuries-old, San is both vampire clan leader and academic elite. He's disciplined. Detached. Untouchable. Until Wooyoung arrives. Half-vampire, never turned, Wooyoung doesn't fit in either world. Reckless and radiant, he sparks with life and stirs something long-buried in San's dark heart. Their attraction is immediate. Forbidden. Dangerous. Secrets unravel and Wooyoung's blood threatens to upend centuries of vampire law, desire tangles with duty. San took an oath to protect his clan at all costs. But when temptation looks like Wooyoung, he may be willing to break every rule and bleed for it.

it's an omegaverse with a male omega and a strong female alpha Content & Trigger Warnings Beneath Her Shadow is a dark omegaverse romance set in a modern world where power, hierarchy, and desire intertwine in painful ways. It explores trauma, emotional manipulation, healing, and the thin line between love and control. Reader discretion is strongly advised.

Contains horror imagery, skeletal themes, and eerie folklore... But not much gore content so it's not marked mature... If you feel uneasy with reading this, let know the writer in comments or message board and this will be marked mature within 24 hours... An entry for fall horror award. "Every note is a wound, every rose a curse." In a village erased from every map, four children break the oldest rule-never follow the music. What they find is a song written in blood, a pact with the dead, and a haunting that never lets go.

In a world where online connections blurred the lines between truth and deceit, Alex's choices on WhatsApp quietly shaped the downfall that awaited him. Messages once filled with charm and confidence became the threads that unraveled his reputation, friendships, and love life. When betrayal struck from those closest to him, he was left facing the weight of his own actions. Yet, amid the wreckage, unexpected people brought him a strange sense of peace and a chance to rediscover what it truly means to trust, to love, and to change.

I've been through things I can't fully explain - not because they're too dark, but because words can't carry what silence holds better. I used to love deeply. I used to believe people meant what they said. But when you've been broken enough times, you start memorizing the pattern of pain - who stays just long enough to leave, who smiles while they're walking away. Maybe I've healed wrong. Maybe I've just gotten used to the ache. But I'm still here - somewhere inside these walls I built. I didn't become cold out of choice. I became cold out of survival.

They're not lovers. They're not dating. They're just addicted to each other. Akshu and Kaustubh are best friends with a dangerous agreement-no strings, no feelings, just late-night hookups and zero regrets. It's fun. It's easy. It's foolproof. Until exes start circling, friends start catching on, and their perfectly toxic little game turns into a battlefield of jealousy, control, and unspoken rules. No one's falling. No one's catching. At least, that's what they tell themselves. But when your favorite sin starts acting like he owns you... You either burn with him- Or burn him first.

The Hookup Pact He notices her. She notices him. And just like that, nothing will ever be the same. At Blackwell University, Tessa Hale thought she was invisible-until Evan Calloway draws her into a world of rules, obsession, and unspoken power. Every glance, every word, every heartbeat becomes a test. She must obey, anticipate, and survive the tether of a love that suffocates. Some pacts aren't made with words. Some are made with fear... and desire.

WE'RE SINGING TO THE SKY, PRAYING FOR THE SUN.

𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 ♥️ᴡᴀꜱ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍᴇɴ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʜɪᴍ, ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ 𝓼𝓲𝓷 ɪɴ ᴀ ᴛᴀɪʟᴏʀᴇᴅ ꜱᴜɪᴛ. ʙᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ꜱʜᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ ᴀᴛ ʜɪᴍ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴇʏᴇꜱ ꜱᴏ 𝑷𝒖𝒓𝒆, ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ 𝓓𝓮𝓿𝓲𝓵 🖤 ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ɪɴ 𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓿𝓮𝓷. ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴀ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ᴏꜰ 𝓗𝓮𝓻𝓸𝓮𝓼 ᴏʀ 𝓥𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓼. ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴀ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴜʀᴠɪᴠᴀʟ, ᴏʙꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏꜱᴛ ᴏꜰ 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓲𝓷𝓰 ᴀ ᴍᴀɴ ᴡʜᴏ ᴡᴀꜱ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓭🥀. ᴛʜᴇʏ ꜱᴀʏ 𝓜𝓸𝓷𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓼 ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ 𝓟𝓻𝓪𝔂. ʙᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ꜱʜᴇ ᴡᴀʟᴋᴇᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʜɪꜱ 𝓛𝓲𝓯𝓮, ʜᴇ ᴡʜɪꜱᴘᴇʀᴇᴅ ʜɪꜱ 𝓕𝓲𝓻𝓼𝓽. 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗳𝗶𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗳𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗮𝘀𝘆. 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝘄𝗶𝘀𝗲𝗹𝘆.

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She was cursed to lose herself. He was raised to own everything he touched. Neither of them had a choice. Accalia was born under a blood curse, doomed to one day lose her humanity and become the wolf that lurks beneath her skin. She has spent her life fighting fate, pretending she is still in control. But Mattheo Riddle-the heir to the Dark Lord's legacy-sees her for what she truly is. A creature of power. A weapon. A prize. He does not believe in love. He does not believe in mercy. He only believes in possession. And Accalia? She was his from the moment he laid eyes on her. Even if it destroys them both.

Lucian Thornfield,With brooding eyes that held secrets and a magnetic aura, he was the embodiment of enigmatic allure, a billionaire , who doesn't understand the meaning and feeling of the word "love"....no one knows what really happened in the past which made him a psycho and heartless person.... except for that one..... Luna Everly, her eyes spoke volumes, captivating hearts with their enchanting gaze born in a toxic family and doesn't find her comfort anywhere except for her best friend Sophie Aviara..... works in a bar as a waitress to pay her bills because she ran away from her family..... Both of their souls intertwined in a web of secrecy, share stolen glances that speak volumes. Each encounter is a dance of intrigue, as they try to unravel the enigma that binds them. Their chemistry is electric, drawing them closer while the mystery between them grows deeper. 🖤💔✨....... Imagine a world where love and darkness collide, where secrets and passion intertwine. In this gripping tale of dark romance, two souls find solace in each other's enigmatic embrace. As their forbidden connection unravels... Get ready to be spellbound by a story that will leave you breathless...🥀❤️‍🩹

𝙉𝙊𝙏𝙀  𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒔𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚 𝒑𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒐𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆 !

NEW CHAPTERS EVERY MONDAY, WEDNESDAY & FRIDAY :) FOREWORD This story isn't about flowers. Or love. Well-both are in it. Just not in the way you'd expect. Jasmine can be beautiful, but suffocating. Love can be sweet, but also poisonous. And memories? They're the biggest illusion of all. Sometimes you think you remember what happened. But what if you only remember what someone wanted you to? When I came to this town, I was just a girl in platform shoes, smudged lipstick, and a clear plan: Clear out the house. Sign the papers. Leave. Instead, I found a garden that won't die. A villa that whispers in dreams. And someone I should've never met. Maybe he doesn't even exist. Maybe... I made him up. I don't know how much of what I'm about to tell you is real. But every word happened. Or is happening. Somewhere. Again and again. All it takes is one step into the flowers- And nothing is ever the same. - Lenka